Description: He wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat, and he perpetually has his dagger ready. He keeps his silver hair in a pixie cut. His eyes are gray and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He loves justice and goodness and right action. Anyone who does not fulfill this criteria perfectly will no doubt get a lecture from him. He is the most sanctimonious self-righteous Elf in existence. He spends most of his days drinking in the Inn, the rowdiest and most dangerous establishment in town. There he gambles, wrestles and listens to stories told by travelers.

History: The child of a Junk Dealer, who enjoyed hunting, Ahvain was taken on many hunting expeditions. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the plains to a summer home near a old dungeon. He would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the plains due to the painful memories there. Ahvain took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up dagger and armor he uses now. In the meantime he has taken over work as a Servant and occasionally as a mercenary.

Motivation: He's looking for his big break; and a need for knowledge about a nearby landmark

Ideals: Fighting, Justice. Bonds: Adventurer, Nature, Job. Occupation: Servant

Voice: Soft and melodious

Possessions: 200 gp.

Description: He wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his whip, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a card on it. His brown hair is lengthy. He wears large thick round spectacles.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. He is a logical person and will generally grow upset if things defy logic and science.

History: His parents moved while he was still in utero so he is the first generation to be born here. Being born in the south, he completed his medical training abroad so as to avoid the war. He returned after the war having achieved medical proficiency. He was a general practitioner in the south for years, until he, through no fault of his own, lost a patient who had a very powerful family. Rather than risk reprisal he made his way north. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Nothing but the best is good enough for him.

Ideals: Impeccable, Logical. Bonds: Immigrant, Family. Occupation: Mayor

Voice: Smooth and feminine

Possessions: 400 gp. 3 Holy water. 1 Antitoxin.

Description: This man prefers to wear flannel. He has a penchant for wearing a ring with an oversized aquamarine on his left hand. His red fur is still thick. His face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. His spectacle hidden eyes are a deep hazel.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He uses his nature as a weapon; he likes to lead opponents to think him in distress.

History: The child of a Map Maker, who enjoyed hunting, Fragrant was taken on many hunting expeditions. While studying, he fell in love. They married and had a daughter. Some 7 years later his spouse died after the birth of his daughter. Heartbroken, Fragrant never married again. Instead he focused his life to raising his daughter whom he trained as his father had trained him before.

Motivation: He possesses a valuable artifact that the thieves guild wishes to steal; and he feels that his past leaves him morally obligated to help

Flaws: Secretive. Bonds: Rich, Criminal record, Nature, In love. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Slow speaker

Possessions: 12000 sp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is a husky man, who wears a shirt and pants that are bristling with pockets overflowing with maps, compasses, and other navigational equipment. With a patchy silver beard and wild silver hair. His violet eyes are passionate and lively.

Personality: He considers himself the perfect gentleman. He makes a point to always show proper etiquette and frequently critiques the etiquette of others. To his fellows he is seen as friendly and intelligent, but is angry and unforgiving to the so called fatcats and any who do and have associated with them.

History: Born to a Ruler, his mother struggled to pay the bills. He always admired necromantic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. He has taken up leadership of the village's small militia in response to dire rats demanding more tribute than usual.

Motivation: Someone believes him a fraud; and nothing but the best is good enough for him

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Impeccable, Gifted. Bonds: Enemies, Poor. Occupation: Miller

Voice: Adds syll-ab-les for em-pha-sis

Possessions: 1200 sp.